Euchrid song

Euchrid song

A Poem by 1975 MCMlXXV

Born into strange land 
Swamp and dark woods 
My father strange creature 
In my life suffering and weird joy 
I feel like Jesus like saint boy 
My hands into dark heaven

In churches darkest things 
Little girls with tattoo chins 
Poor man with no dignity 
Where I can find any clarity 
Pulsing black blood 
Over my black heart 

Little girl in lonely room 
Pleasant moment 
From my notes and message 
She reading like bible 
She trust me and trust my heart 
Swallowing taste old rotten card 

I come often like night 
I make few fire flames 
Burning church and burning burst 
Watching stars over palms 
Sing melody of swampland 
Breathing into her sleeping eyes 

They find out they saw me 
They make judge 
No my dear Jesus or god 
But freak devil with sick mind 
They hunt me like lamb 
Sacrifice and butcher knife in hand 

They make circle of hate justice 
Force me to strip down 
Make fire on my skin 
Burning all in one sin 
Let it bleed and scream 
Little girl will be lonely 

© 2017 1975 MCMlXXV

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Added on August 28, 2017
Last Updated on October 31, 2017


1975 MCMlXXV
1975 MCMlXXV

Funk jazz blues, VT

I am writing cause I feel so good pour out all my fantasy and emotions and sharing my thoughts about life and other stuff. English is my last language so it's kind of experimental writing.maybe some o.. more..